Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 20:20:36 +0100
From: Enchanting Enchanter <enchantingenchantor@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Thing About Summer

THE THING ABOUT SUMMER - HIGH SCHOOL - ONE-SHOT VIGNETTE

The thing about summer: it was shitty, especially when August came in.

As if Louisiana wasn't boiling hot as it was, summer just tossed it all
together and left everyone to sweat it out by the side of the local
swimming hole, Shanty Creek. And if that wasn't enough, the water was
rancid and green, and you could feel the slime squelching between your toes
as you stepped in.

Summer was the worst time of year for Josef Lefevre, even with school over,
his annoying hay-fever always ruined his days out, and his pale skin was
always sore from sun burns.

But summer had its perks, he couldn't argue with that. Sure, Shanty Creek
was the most disgusting basin of water in a ten mile radius, but at least
they didn't have gaters. Besides, what southerner doesn't know about
gaters?

The best thing about Josef's summers were obviously the boys. The views,
they were what excited him the most, they were what brought him to Shanty
Creek every summer. Sure, the boys were different every year, but one thing
was certain: they were all smokin' hot.

That's the thing about Josef.

Josef likes other boys.

And in Louisiana, being a "queerosexual" wasn't the nicest thing to be. So,
obviously, he pretended he wasn't. But that never stopped him from looking.

And what fine specimens they were, all of them. Some were from Shanty
Creek's local high school, and others came in from all over just to soak in
the filth of the creek. He didn't really care why they came, all that
mattered was that they were here, shirtless, tanned, and hot. And so was
he, enjoying the view from under a nearby willow tree, laid back, loving
the perks of the great red summers in the molten Deep South.

He would only ever look, he wouldn't dare to touch. He would dream of it,
of course (what boy doesn't dream of what he likes?) but he couldn't
touch. Touching, Joe thought, would only end in two ways. The first was
rejection, which would probably be followed by a beating. The second was
that they'd fuck like cowboys and then, when summer was over, they'd never
see each-other again. And he hated the idea of his first time being a
fling.

But rejection would probably be the result, because no one around here was
open about anything, sexuality especially.

Ever heard of a thing called Southern Hospitality?

It doesn't exist.

In Shanty Creek, you had to be white, straight, Christian, and 100%
hillbilly to fit in, or else you'd stand out, and the last thing you want
is to stand out. Being noticed for being different around here got you a
beating, and a rough beating, too. Joe had seen too many of them around
town, but he'd never been so unlucky as to be different around people.

Sure, he had his friends, but Joe was secretive by nature. He never told
them anything, and they never told him anything. It was bad enough that his
best friend was a girl.

Daphne DuBois. A prim and proper Southern Belle, if he ever saw one. Hair
like gold and a face so purdy that all the boys in town wanted a grab at
her. All the boys except Joe. And Daphne wasn't stupid like most the girls
around here, she could figure people out very easily.

One look at her best friend, sitting lazily against the trunk of the willow
tree they were perched under, arms behind his head, his eyes staring out,
beyond, watching, told her everything she needed to know. She wasn't
dumb. She knew what he was looking at, she knew what he meant every year
when he asked her, trying to be as casual as he could so as not to give
anything away, "You comin' down the old creek, Daph?"

And it made her smile, every summer day, every time he asked it, because it
only proved her more right. Even if he had no clue that she was onto
him. Besides, she would never tell anyone. Joe was an old soul, he didn't
belong in this shitty town in the middle of nowhere, she could easily tell.

And besides, who doesn't like the new toy to play with? That was what Joe
was to her, once she'd pieced together what the thing about Joe actually
was. She didn't hate him for it, she wasn't disgusted. It thrilled her, he
was something new, he was queer. It excited her that she could actually say
she knew a queer, even though she couldn't actually say it. She'd get
slapped until she gave up his name.

But just watching him, lost as he was, shirtless, staring out at the creek,
at the other high school boys, it made her chuckle. She didn't understand
him, why a hot guy like him would go for guys. He could get any girl he
wanted, with that soft, short, shiny brown hair, and puffy pink lips that
could be kissed for hours.

She was staring at him.

Joe noticed, and drooped out of his faze, lazily turning to face her. "What
you looking at, Daph?"

"Nothin'. Just you," she said, smiling sweetly.

"Why?"

"You're beautiful," she told him.

He chuckled in reply, sitting up straight. "Why, thanks, darlin'. You ain't
so bad yourself."

She blushed.

The sun beat down strong that day, but the shade under the willow kept them
out of it, thank God - not that either of them believed in God, which was a
rare thing down here. Joe just didn't think a God that hated someone like
him for being who he was should be believed in, and Daphne was much more of
a science freak. Either show her exact proof of God's existence or go away.

"Come on," he said, standing up quickly.

"Where?" she asked, staring at him like that. That smile on his face that
he got, satisfied, yet smug, and happy, and lovely, and nice. There was
just something about Joe that made him larger than life, the way he woke
each day ready to face the world, the raw nature of his personality,
everything about him just drew people in.

It was mid-August, and the thing about August was that it was the hottest
time of year. And not just weather. The town was always swarmed with the
sexiest, tanned boys from up North, and every year, they excited Joe. Look,
but don't touch. That was his personal rule, but another thing about Joe:
he liked to break the rules.

"Danny!" the boy exclaimed, jumping, flaying his arms as he grabbed her and
dragged her away behind him.

Yeah, it was just something about Joe that made the world revolve around
him, that made everything revolve around him. He was like this great force
of energy, this indescribable beauty. Everybody loved Joe, but most of them
didn't know him. At least, not like Daphne and Danny.

It was obvious to everyone who knew about Joe's condition (so only Daphne,
and even then, she pretended like she had no clue) that Joe had a certain
'type'. And he'd had this certain type since he was thirteen. Joe liked a
certain kind of boy - blond, tanned, and smokin' hot.

That was Danny.

Not to say that Joe had a crush on Danny, because Daphne wasn't really sure
how the whole queer thing worked, but it was obvious that Joe had something
for Danny. Even if Daphne was the only one that noticed.

Danny stood on the very edge of the creek, and as he saw the two of them
running from under the willow tree, he cursed to himself. Daphne stopped
dead in her tracks, but not Joe. He kept running, right up to him, and
dived straight at him, tossing the both of them over the edge of the creek
and into the sludgy lime water.

"Shit!" Danny screamed. "What the fuck, Joe?" he seethed, pushing his hair
out of his face, drenched in the slime of the creek. Always making a big
deal out of nothing, Joe thought, Danny began screaming about useless
shit. "My hair! My fucking clothes, momma's gonna kill me!"

Joe just swam to the edge and climbed out, laughing.

"Fuck you, Joe."

He smiled. "You'd like to fuck me, wouldn't ya?" he replied daringly. He
knew what he was doing, he knew what buttons to press with Danny.

"Don't be disgustin', Joe. You know I ain't no queer," Danny replied
immediately, trying to hide the blush creeping over his cheeks as he
climbed out of the creek.

"Now, now, boys, stop bickerin' like an old married couple," Daphne
laughed. "There ain't nothin' wrong with queers." She was looking at Joe
when she said this.

He noticed.

He didn't like it at all.

"Sure there is," Danny tried to say, but Daphne shot him a killer
look. They'd be having one of their sibling talks tonight, that's for sure.

"No, Danny, there ain't," she persisted. "Queers are people too. Ain't that
right, Joe?"

He scratched his head, his obvious tell. "Dunno, never met one," he
lied. He knew himself fairly well, certainly well enough to know that,
given the opportunity, he would let any man ravage him. Well, then again,
not any man. They had to be cute, of course. And into it. And open to new
things.

And they had to be Danny.

"Can we stop talkin' about queers, it's upsetting my stomach. I came here
to get you, Daph, momma wants you home for dinner. She says you can come
along too, Joe."

"That's 'cos your ma likes me more than y'all," Joe replied,
chuckling. "Betty-Sue loves me."

"Shut up, ass-hole. Let's go."

By the time they'd made it back the DuBois place, the sun was setting and
the sky was a light pink. Huge willow trees lined the entire street,
leading up to an old colonial house with yellowed walls and an odd French
style, like those great houses Joe remembered seeing on his visit to New
Orleans.

"Evenin', Betty-Sue," he greeted Danny and Daphne's mother, tossing her his
killer smile. The smile that sent dozens of girls hearts aflutter. It was
just a shame he didn't like girls.

"Evenin' to ya, Joey, darlin'. Daphne, supper's on the table. Danny! You
look an absolute mess, you better clean up before you eat with us, young
man!" she scorned her son. Betty-Sue DuBois was the average housewife
around town, with her floral aprons and her below-the-knee dresses, her
hair tied up, and can often be found doing the dishes or scrubbing the
floors.

"It ain't my fault, ma, Joe pushed me in the Creek!" he objected.

"That so?"

"Yeah," Joe replied.

"Good one, Joey!" she screamed, laughing at her only son as he grumbled his
way down the hall. "Do you need clothes, Joe, dear?"

"Nah, I'm comfortable in my swimwear."

"Oh, I have a wonderful idea!" Betty-Sue exasperated. "Why don't you stay
here tonight, in Danny's room?"

It was all settled before he could say no, and after supper, they sat in
front of the T.V. like average Americans until the sun had gone away, and
then the boys made their way upstairs.

Now, Joe would usually stick to his rules of looking, but not touching. A
sleep-over at Danny's wasn't unusual for him, he'd done it hundreds of
times, but something inside of his head came out to play. As soon as
Danny's bedroom door had shut, his mind was set on something.

He wouldn't be a virgin after that day.

"Hey, Danny," he began, standing there naked, except for his swimming
shorts from the creek.

"What?" Danny replied, sounding as stroppy and angry at the entire world as
he usually was. Joe always found it adorable, in fact, it even turned him
on a little.

Danny dived onto his bed in the corner of the small room, tossing a
lingering glance at Joe's bare, chiseled chest that only encouraged him
further.

He pulled his shorts down to his ankles, kicking them away lazily, and
standing there proud, naked, everything on show. His hand shot straight to
his dick, stroking it playfully, smiling at Danny like what he was doing
was entirely normal.

"What're you doin'? Put that away!" he whispered.

Joe stepped towards him, closer and closer. When he reached the bed, he
bent over, hanging on top of Danny, their faces so close, closer than
closer, their noses almost touching and their hot breaths fanning
each-others faces.

"Make me," he murmured, burying his head into Danny's neck. As soon as his
mouth slid slowly over his skin, Danny let out a loud moan, and didn't even
try to stop him. Joe's suspicions were right, so far, then. He'd passed the
rejection stage, it was obviously way too late for that. And Danny wasn't
one of the boys at the Creek here for the summer, Danny lived here all year
round, so it was definitely no summer fling.

"No," Danny said, between moans of complete ecstasy. Even then, Joe didn't
stop. His hands loosely pressed against Danny's crotch as he kissed and
ravished at his neck, sucking on the skin, bruising it, moving his lips and
tongue along his skin slowly, tortuously, erupting moans and gasps from
him.

"Stop," he said, but he didn't mean it, he moaned again, digging his nails
across the bare skin of Joe's back. The pain was amazing.

Danny's arms moved to touch Joe's bare chest, feeling him, taking in his
warmth, his hands caressing every part of him, hanging around his neck and
grabbing tufts of his hair forcefully.

"Joe," he gasped, breaking apart forcefully.

"What now?" Joe asked haggardly, tossing Danny a disgruntled look.

"The condoms are under my bed," he said seductively, biting his lip. Joe
smiled.

Sloppily, he grabbed a condom from an old cardboard box and threw it to the
side, their lips immediately clashing together. Danny's tongue pressed its
way into Joe's mouth, suddenly grasping control. He flipped him onto his
back and nibbled on Joe's lower lip, sending horribly intense shudders
through the both of them.

Joe grabbed at Danny's zipper, pulling it down, tearing his bottoms off
without a moment's notice. Ripping off his shirt by the buttons and
revealing his hot tanned skin, bronzed and delicious. He ran his hands over
Danny's abs, licking them, tasting them, biting playfully at his nipples
while his hand grasped the bulge hidden in his underwear.

"Fuck," Joe gasped, "who knew you would have such a massive dick?"

"So?"

"Fuck me with it."

"Get ready," Danny decided, pulling his boxers down and revealing his
fully-hard, pink, long, beautiful bell-end. As soon as he saw it, Joe knew
he wanted it. He wanted it in his mouth, slapping his face, in his ass, he
wanted it all over him, he wanted to be plunged and destroyed, and he
wanted Danny, and he wanted him now.

"What? No blowjob?" Joe replied.

"We're cutting to the chase, Joe. You're too fucking hot, I can't wait to
be in you," he slurred, grabbing at Joe's legs and positioning them onto
his shoulders, leaving the entrance to his pink ass open. "Brace yourself,"
he warned, slipping the condom on.

"What? You don't think I've done this befo- SHIT!"

It felt weird, having an actual dick inside him. A good weird, though, he
wanted it there, he wanted to take all of him and make him happy. At first,
it hurt like an absolute raging bitch, and that was just his head, but it
didn't stop him. Slowly, he began pushing further into him, deeper, his
dick slowly sliding inside.

"Fuck!" he cursed.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Yes!"

"Good."

"Fuck you!"

"I'm too busy fucking you, queer," he replied stiffly. He stopped pushing
in a moment, only a third of the way in when his entire body came crashing
forwards, stuffing his entire nine inches deep into Joe's unaware ass. He
cried out in pain, demanded he pull out, begged and pleaded, but the boy
never did. "You wanted this," Danny replied, his mouth at his ear, sending
hot shivers down Joe's neck.

"Are you all in yet?" he pleaded, unsure if he still wanted this.

A quick thrust, and another wince in pain from Joe, and Danny said, "Now I
am."

"Then start fucking me, you ass-hole."

And he did. Slowly, at first, he slipped it out, down to the head, before
slamming it in, out and in, out and in, ramming him over and over
again. After a while, the pain that he felt faded away, and each immense
thrust sent waves of electricity through him from one odd spot, every time
Danny's dick was buried in his ass balls-deep, all Joe wanted was for him
to pound harder, thrust faster and deeper, ravage him, fist him, pour hot
candle-wax over his nipples, fuck him raw, be as close to him as humanely
possible.

Their breathing hard and fast, their bodies colliding into each-other in a
great, grunting rhythm, Joe reaching up and grabbing Danny by the hair,
pulling it, tugging it. Danny, slowly twisting Joe's nipples, sending him
into shock over the sheer pleasure. He spread his legs wider, taking more
of him, more than he'd ever been able to take when it was just himself.

Yeah, he'd fingered himself a few times, and so what if he'd used the odd
handle of a hairbrush, anything remotely long and shaped like a dick. It
had been up Joe's ass. But out of all of those, being rode by Danny's
massive nine-incher couldn't be beat, riding him was just so much, it felt
like he was being split in half.

In the best way possible.

"Take the condom off," he begged him, pleaded him. Feeling Danny slowly
pull out left him empty inside, like he needed to be filled, but as soon as
the condom was off, Danny plunged back in, sending Joe over the
edge. Arching his back, opening his mouth, and screaming, feeling the
warmth wafting off his dick right at the core of his body, feeling him
inside of him, sending nerves and feelings shooting all over his body was
the best thing in the world. "Harder!" he screamed, spurting his goods up
and all over Danny's chest and face.

The sound of Danny's thighs colliding Joe's bubbly ass cheeks could be
heard from the bottom of the hallway, easily, and even though Daphne knew
full-well what was going on behind that closed door, she just chuckled and
turned her stereo up. All of these years, she'd noticed the two of them,
the looks they'd give each other when one wasn't looking. The odd glances,
the staring at other boys.

It was so fucking easy to notice, yet all the ho-dunk, red-neck, hillbilly
ass-wipes still hadn't figured out how in love they were with each-other.

"I'm cumming!" Danny screamed, at the top of his voice, Joe calling out his
name as he felt hot, steamy spurts of sperm ooze out into his ass. He
couldn't complain. This morning, he wouldn't dare touch another boy, and he
wasn't sure how he'd got the confidence to drop his shorts, but he was glad
that he did.

That's the thing about summer, it brings out Joe's wild side, he wanted to
be fucked, pounded raw, hard and fast. And he wanted to be fucked by Danny,
for years, since he was 13, he'd wanted him inside him, he wanted it more
than anything. And to have it was the greatest, most immense pleasure in
the world.

And he got it. Repeatedly. All. Fucking. Summer.

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Got bored and decided to write a one-shot.

What do you think? Email me at: enchantingenchantor[at]hotmail[dot]com
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HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING. BYE.